I can be serious when I need to be,I thought bitterly.I just never need to be serious around him.
But at 9:00, there was a knock on my door. And it was a familiar redheaded face peering through the window.
Fuck me in the ass,I thought.She doesn’t want to talk about last night, does she?
I quickly picked up my phone and held it to my ear, and pointed to it and mimed like I was busy. But she opened the door and let herself in. And of course, she was wearing another pencil skirt that showed off her hourglass figure. I groaned internally.
“I’ve been shadowing people in the office,” she explained. “Allison told me today’s your turn. She sent you a meeting request for it…?”
“Fuck,” I said. “I really need to start reading my emails.” I felt my fight-or-flight response kick in, and the latter option won. “I’m actually not feeling great,” I said, popping up and grabbing my coat. “I should probably go home and rest. It’s real contagious. Probably Covid Five-Hundred, or whatever the super strain is called these days. Don’t want to get you sick or anything.”
As I tried to leave, Ginny blocked my path. “It was just a kiss. It’s no big deal. You don’t have to fake an illness just to avoid me, August.”
August. I liked the way my name rolled off her tongue. The tongue that had been inside my mouth last night.
I put my coat back on the rack and sighed. “Yeah, okay. No awkwardness required.”
“None!” she agreed.
“Can I hit control-z on the last ten seconds?”
Ginny immediately got the reference. She mimicked typing on some keys and said, “Undo, undo, undo. There you go.”
“Thanks,” I said gratefully. “I’m glad you’re not all weird about last night. It was just a stupid, totally lame kiss.”
She closed the door and took a seat. “It wasn’t totally lame.” Her eyes were locked onto mine, and I couldn’t look away. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can brush it off no problem. But it was really,reallygood.”
Fuck me, I thought.What if I want it to mean something?
23
Ginny
As soon as the words left my mouth, I cringed.Why did I have to say that? I could have let him brush off the kiss and then we could focus on our work.
But something inside me wouldn’t allow him to insult the kiss like that. I had to correct him, to let him know itwasgood. I felt like a walking HR complaint. Even though, as Michael had pointed out last night, we didn’t have an HR department here.
And now we were sitting in the office together, quietly staring at each other, unsure what to do. Fortunately, he received a phone call a few seconds later—arealcall, not the fake one he tried when I was at his door—and then we settled into our work. I pulled out my notepad and pen and began taking notes.
Soon my thoughts drifted to last night. The kiss with Michael—who I hadn’t seen at the office today, thankfully—and then August. I was all hot and bothered after the kisses when I went home, so I did what any girl would do: I crawled into bed and masturbated to porn. I had to release the sexual energy that had built up in my body after the kisses—and after texting Kai about the sexy things he was going to do to me on Friday.
But the porn I was watching, some sensual one-on-one stuff, wasn’t doing it for me tonight. So I browsed around until one video caught my eye.
A threesome video. One girl, two guys.
That did the trick. My body booted up like a computer as I watched it and touched myself. The girl on her knees, alternating blowjobs between them. One guy bending the woman over, pushing her head onto the other man’s cock. Then she was riding one of them, while the other man came up behind and teased her ass with the tip of his dick…
I arched my back and came as hard as I ever did when I was getting myself off, and it was Michael and August I imagined during my toe-curling climax.
I shook my head and returned my focus to the task at hand: shadowing August through his daily tasks. Yet as he finished up one call and began another, my mind drifted some more. Could that really have happened last night? August had made the comment:I didn’t know I was throwing that kind of party. And then there was a moment after the kisses where we all stood around looking at each other. I didn’t know what would happen next, and I could see them both wondering the same thing. Thinking about it.
They were probably just shocked by the kisses, I thought.That’s all.
For the first two hours in August’s office, the mood was strange. He made no jokes—not on the phone, or with me. It was like he was a totally different person. But as he explained all the financial investments the foundation participated in, he began to relax. By the time we were breaking for lunch, he almost seemed like himself again.
When I returned to my own office to collect my things, I texted Kai:
Me: Have you ever been in a threesome?